“There you are,” Ferron said, drawing her attention away. He was wearing only trousers and a white shirt with half the buttons undone. She was used to seeing him always fully dressed, layered in his defensive shell of a uniform, and while she’d stripped him to the waist twice now, both occasions had been for medical purposes. The room they were standing in did not feel professional. Despite his haggard state, Ferron—Kaine, she mentally corrected—looked oddly striking, as if she’d never seen him in the proper environment before.
Girl he’s yummy
